dregs

there is one and another one
and that makes two
split down the middle to see what eyes do
in comes the third and so it is verbed
watch with the movement within and be learned

and its me in the middle between these two ghosts
one lives before me
the other lives post
both are quite easy to talk to and yes
both are quite different as you may have guessed

put me to rest said the one from behind
don’t let me die young was countered in jest
the first told me die cause i already am
the second said live while you’ve still a chance

always these dragons they litter my path
claiming me gains in the future and past
sutures cant grasp cuts of this kind
left with a wound that embraces my hide

stare at the reasoning simple and plain
see how i’m left with spiritual gain
by ethereal flames raining down from above
age after age the light is the love

where will i go when tommorow is gray?
hiding in clouds that yesterday named?

but hey what have you now? i hear once again
same as i always had minus some gin

lines come again within roads that i see
and i must cross them all before they cross me

paths that I follow track back at best
most lead to nowhere worthy to rest
from above there is love in the sun that we see
but who of my species feels what it means?

one with the one and its fusion you see
producing the means of love using heat
its the ether feel how it moves the seas
and leaves us sailing lost the breeze

i try to give thanks for the gift of this pain
riding the waves as they crash against rain
into the clouds at the end of my eyes
then though the tears i see some more life

by the means of this stress i’m born into space
weighed by the ways of a worldly place
cast in a caste that disgraces it’s fate
slave to a seed of unearthly nature
blurred on the edges by the hedges i trim

lines in my mind dividing my skin
lines in the sky are leaving lights dim
but sun is the one and it shall rise again
just wish Id more than hope for my kin

so as it is we know not of the worth
of living on dirt that’s given by earth
search all the heavens for the key
come back to the ground when I realize the fees

no not me i can’t lose my mind
i need the lines that it draws across my eyes
i need the fire to make me feel all right
and its not my fault but i will pay the price

who will save the skies from the fumes that loom
ashes and smoke all the way to the moon
all the way to the moon
all the way to the moon

and my motherly moons many faces and phases
changing so quick that her clits left wasted
replacing her spherical connotation
with linear means of a destination

off on a tangent down through the ages
falling from eden displacing the sages
facing the fires our fore fathers blazing
blatantly wasting resources resourcing nations closer toward satan

while dazing and dozing
I daydream of demons
determine the depth of the devil I’m seeing
does he dig deeper than what I believe in
do I desire what she is preaching
does this define the life I’m perceiving

How can I feel blessed by being
birthed in a batch of blasphemous beings?
served with a stack of serpentine teachings snaking their way with lies as thier meaning?
disguise is a fleeting notion to chase
lets hope that you know who’s holding the gates

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